I went to a David Dobrik concert in downtown Chicago for my brother’s 20th birthday party. When it ended, my family — my two sisters and younger brother — were walking to the car before I collapsed. The street lights started blurring. My legs turned into noodles. Everything went pitch-black.
The next thing I knew, I was in the back of an ambulance car, surrounded by my older sister, who was crying, and a paramedic that was checking my vitals.
I was wheeled into a room in the hospital. And, after a few minutes, a doctor stopped in, followed by my mom and dad, who were grabbing each other, crying, and staring at me.